The journey had indeed taken quite some time.
Xu Zhi discovered that the land outside this universe's chaos was incredibly vast.
Of course, such vastness was perfectly normal. Like an egg: the space inside was large, but the area one could stand on atop its shell was also boundless.
"The universe truly is vast." Xu Zhi sighed even more deeply as he watched the rolling tides in the distance. "The shape of our universe has been split apart. It now resembles a gigantic cylindrical ice cream cone, with the bottom of each cylinder covered by the Chaos Ocean. We are standing atop the ice cream cylinder!
"There are nine of these ice cream cylinders, forming a shattered glass sphere. The cracks between them are covered by wisps of the Chaos Ocean. From afar, they really do resemble Earth's Nine Great Continents. We stand on the surface, while the universes below are all Underground People."
As Xu Zhi marveled at the universe's vastness, he felt that the stronger one became, the more one revered nature and sensed one's own insignificance.
"Powerful people who are still weak have never even left their planets. They do not know how many stars lie in the heavens, yet they constantly utter grand boasts, claiming they can defy the heavens and challenge the Dao, that they are invincible beneath the heavens, that they can live long and achieve immortality. But truly great beings are incomparably humble. Forget dominating all ages or standing invincible across the universe—even immortality is something they dare not speak of. They speak only of longevity. It may sound humble, but it is already the highest goal they pursue."
Xu Zhi murmured softly, recalling Yi Mang's words from back then: How could one speak of immortality? One could only seek long life and